Sensation by Arthur Rimbaud

(Sensation)

Through the blue summer days, I shall travel all the ways,
Pricked by the ears of maize, trampling the dew:
A dreamer, I will gaze, as underfoot the coolness plays.
I’ll let the evening breeze drench my head anew.

I shall say – not a thing: I shall think – not a thing:
But an infinite love will swell in my soul,
And far off I shall go, a bohemian,
Through Nature – as happy, as if I had a girl.

March 1870

From: http://www.poetryintranslation.com/PITBR/French/Rimbaud1.htm

Date: 1870

By: Arthur Rimbaud (1854-1891)

Translated by: A S Kline (1947- )

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